Thy kingdom come - monica james

Monsters are real.

When I was five years old, I watched my mother take her last breath-a breath three monsters stole from her.

I never chose this life.

My father says its my birthright, but all I see is a curse.

Its because of the Kelly name my mum was slain by the Doyles-our enemies in Dublin, the fellas livin on borrowed time.

All of Belfast fears my family, especially me.

Im Puck Kelly, otherwise known as Punky; the lad ye dont want to double cross.

I dont do feelings or emotions.

I never have.

until she walks into my world.

Babydoll is a liar and a thief, but I cant stay away.

We both thrive in the darkness because thats where our demons can play.

No word af a lie, sixteen years later, those monsters still haunt my dreams.

But every monster is scared of somethin.

and that somethin is me.

No more hiding in the shadows because Im huntin youse.

Run, wee monsters, run.